I miss it when it rains

you were lighting; frightening with beauty, bright with light in your eyes. you liked the flash and I longed for something more than the path of your destruction that I was doomed to follow. but I had to be thunder and I was hollow and loud, too proud for my own good; and you were my light while I was just sound, trailing behind you but never too far, because the too beauties were bound to be apart. but like all good things come to an end, and all storms come to a calm, thunder and lightning fade away and the day our mess will be forgotten will haunt my heart forever.